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Miracle Summoner

"The talent in magic is top-notch, but physical abilities are worthless? Summoning numerous familiars, yet staying in the back alone? To this, I only have one thing to say. 'None of that matters!' This is the story of a young boy who cherishes miracles, both receiving and giving." "As long as I have my familiars (companions), I am invincible!" -------------------------------------------------- [This is a translation! The story does not belong to me. The author who wrote this is, in my opinion, one of the best fan fic author I've known and none other can compete with his work. I want his amazing story to reach other readers too. He's written multiple works and this is not his best. I just wanna try translating this one cuz I don't want to ruin his best work. So I'll see if I can translate this properly. I'll be using Google translate and Chat GBT to help me translate this as good as possible. And please if you can, support the original author of this story. The Author's name is "RuQingRuSu". I hope you guys enjoy. ] I'll try and upload at least 5 chapters a day since the author already finished this story. I've just started so I'll be updating this book as much as I can per day.

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-1491- Get a good night's sleep

Silence.

A deathly silence.

Even though the café bustled with noise and activity, there was not a single word spoken at Rozen's table.

After snapping his fingers, Rozen smiled and gazed at the two girls.

Cris was perplexed and astonished by this.

Elis, on the other hand, was growing more terrified of Rozen.

The sound of something shattering within her had utterly sapped her strength, leaving her genuinely paralyzed.

This was understandable, wasn't it?

From the beginning, Elis had always believed that her brother was the strongest, the most capable person in the world. Whether facing humans or Armored Beetles, everything seemed to play out according to his calculations and schemes, which led to her deep admiration for Zeth.

Under such circumstances, Elis firmly believed that Zeth would realize his ambitions and ultimately conquer the world.

This wasn't blind faith.

Even now, Zeth had single-handedly climbed to the position of Chairman of the Council of the Floating City Alliance, wielding power and influence second only to the Pope. In essence, he held the fate of humanity and the direction of the world in his hands. This spoke volumes about Zeth's extraordinary capabilities.

Therefore, Elis never thought anyone in this world could rival Zeth, not even the Pope.

However, in that instant, Elis's belief was shattered.

Rozen, too, had single-handedly displayed astonishing strength and extraordinary strategy, engaging in a battle of wits with Zeth from afar and even countering Zeth's schemes.

As Rozen had said, this was not a game between Rozen and Elis but between Rozen and Zeth.

As for her, she was merely a pawn on the chessboard, used by both sides.

Yet, Elis couldn't even muster the strength to be angry.

Compared to these two, she was so insignificant on this chessboard that the idea of resisting didn't even cross her mind.

As a result, Elis now felt nothing but fear and terror.

It was no wonder Rozen didn't see her as a threat. Not only did he intend to use her, but he also saw through the role Elis played, bypassing her entirely and targeting Zeth directly. Moreover, Rozen probably didn't even sense any danger from Elis, right?

Those eyes that seemed to see right through her weren't even looking at her but at the chess player behind her.

And she didn't even have the qualification to enter Rozen's view.

Realizing this, how could Elis not be afraid?

This girl indeed had a fragile and naive side; this was undeniable.

For someone like Elis, Rozen's next words would undoubtedly unleash a torrent of fear within her.

"What should I do with you next?"

Rozen casually said this, causing Elis to tremble in fear.

"...Are you planning to kill us?"

At this point, it was Cris who had regained her composure and asked in a low voice.

However, Rozen straightforwardly shook his head.

"Logically, killing you now would be the best course of action, but after all, one of you is the sister of the Chairman of the Floating City Alliance, and the other is the Chief Executive of Mistgun. If I casually kill you, leaving no evidence, that Chairman will undoubtedly seize the opportunity to cause me trouble."

If Zeth dared to send Elis here and let her reveal her identity as a humanoid Armored Beetle in front of Rozen, it meant he must have prepared for such a scenario.

Given this, if Rozen tried to punish Elis and Cris as an "enemy," he would likely fall into another of Zeth's traps.

Since Zeth didn't care about the lives of Elis and Cris, he could easily use their deaths as a card to play.

If that's the case, Rozen certainly wouldn't be foolish enough to step into the enemy's trap.

On the contrary...

"Letting you live would be more advantageous for me." Rozen smiled and said, "If I can make use of your identities, it wouldn't be impossible to bring down Zeth."

Hearing this, the two girls instinctively thought that Rozen intended for them to expose Zeth's secret as a humanoid Armored Beetle.

If that happened, Zeth wouldn't just be removed from power; he'd likely be executed.

But unfortunately...

"That won't work." Cris spoke earnestly, "Lord Zeth has already planted his people in the Council and the various floating cities where humanity resides. Even if you want to use this to bring him down, it will all be in vain."

Cris herself was an Armored Beetle dispatched to Mistgun to serve as the Chief Executive. Similar individuals had been placed in various floating cities, occupying high-ranking positions among humans. Even if Rozen exposed Zeth, these people would rally the populace to support Zeth, making Rozen's efforts futile.

Moreover, Zeth himself was well-regarded by the people. Even if Rozen, a "hero of humanity," tried to expose him, the public would be skeptical and unlikely to fully believe it.

Not everyone had the power of Spirit Vision, and Rozen would have to put in significant effort to bring down Zeth using this method.

And even though Elis and Cris were Zeth's subordinates, with Elis being his sister, if they exposed their identities as humanoid Armored Beetles to accuse Zeth, he would likely turn the situation against them. He'd convince the populace that Rozen was the real humanoid Armored Beetle, with Elis and Cris working for him to frame Zeth, a high-ranking human leader.

Of course, such claims would also be met with skepticism by the populace.

After all, Rozen was also quite popular and had made significant contributions to humanity. No one would easily believe he was a humanoid Armored Beetle.

Yet, the same could be said for Zeth.

In conclusion, both sides were evenly matched, and neither could defeat the other with such methods.

However...

"I never said you'd be useful right away. There are many ways to make use of you."

Rozen dismissively said, suddenly smiling.

"Anyway, let's just place some insurance on you two."

As soon as he finished speaking, Rozen extended a finger and quickly drew two runes.

The runes, glowing with light, flew towards Elis and Cris, embedding themselves in their bodies, even sinking into their flesh.

"What… what did you do to us…!?"

Elis stood up in a panic.

At this moment, Elis realized that she could finally move again.

Cris, too, instinctively clutched her chest.

However, neither of them could sense anything unusual. They couldn't even find the runes that had entered their bodies, leaving them bewildered and confused.

To this, Rozen only had one thing to say...

"Hope you two can get a good night's sleep from now on."

Leaving behind these meaningful words, Rozen stood up and walked away.

Only Elis and Cris remained, their faces pale, utterly clueless about what had happened, their eyes filled with confusion.

From this day onward, it was certain that the two of them would experience exactly what Rozen had said: sleepless nights and restless days.

Because they had no idea what had been done to them or what they should do.